Jarrett Wrisley

“You’d think Mister Tsuri would’ve tasted the food before he opened his stadium,” slurred a jovial member of our dinner party, as we spilled sake down our throats in a red-shag-carpeted cube. “There is no Mister Tsuri,” we explained. “It’s called Matsuri – it’s a restaurant name, not a person.”... continue reading on Shanghaiist

Where the hell are all the dive bars around here? I was in Beijing for a few months and on every other street you could find a bar serving 10 kuai or less beers. Now, although I am from the US, paying 40 or 50 kuai for a beer in... continue reading on Shanghaiist

Those who have passed by Jing'an Temple this week have doubtlessly noticed the mighty Whopper swaying in the breeze, ready to fatten up a populace already hip to the featherless chickens of KFC and bottomless troughs of McDonald’s fries. The closed-to the-public opening ceremony of China’s first Burger King was... continue reading on Shanghaiist